Oh, how good it is to be with someone, sometimes.
She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.
You are what you are and that fascinates me.
Get rid of things or you'll spend your whole life tidying up.
In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.
What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words.